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WORLD WAR III
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Syria, you fool
you gave the scent
he’s ready to hunt
we saw black in white
expected white in black
it’s white blackened black
don’t waste money,
come on, use those nukes
before expiry.
be black or white
he’s just American
blood-thirsty.
Bram Stoker’s lucky
born in America
could find vampires.
spluttered his words
slow, steady and nervous
of ready salvo.
scent of chemicals
growling uranium
earth waits for blood.
stand up my friends
observe two minutes silence
no chance later.
come back brethren
it’s not oil
third World’s Blood.
wait for spectacle
deafening sounds and dazzling lights
Hades wakes up.
An outstanding poem indeed…
Kudos for the content & style
Wondering in the world today,
what’s sane, what’s sinister guile ….!
a word war on the tyrant, it is not merely my rant
the halo is hollow, don’t you follow!
Wonderful! Today’s blood thirsty scenario so well described.